Does Terry Collins really believe that we believe he had no problem with Yoenis Cespedes playing golf while ostensibly rehabbing from his most recent leg injury?

Or was Collins just pandering, claiming he had no problem with it, subjugating his own dignity while insulting ours?

And if Collins believes what he said, is there an orthopedic physician in the house who would recommend a round of golf to a professional athlete with an injured leg hours before a game?

Might this be another reason Cespedes, paid $25 million a year by the Mets, played for four teams in two seasons?

And does Jason Day, now $17 million behind Cespedes on this year’s golf money list, have a chance to catch him?

When Brian Cashman this week said the Yankees “started to impact that win column better,” was he auditioning for a gig as a TV golf announcer?

By the way, isn’t it time we were told who, on the PGA Tour, is not “a good striker of the golf ball?”

Derek Fisher giving the NBA another shot? Heck, he’d be like having a coach right there on the floor! Almost.

Why on Wednesday would the Mets’ James Loney, after grounding to first with one out and the bases loaded in the bottom of the seventh to drive in a run that made it 6-4 Yankees, be met in the dugout by high-fiving teammates? Oh, that’s right; the “game has changed.”

Why aren’t there unofficial sponsors of the New York Yankees Radio Network? There’s room for one in the top of the fifth, on 2-2 counts.

Why wouldn’t Mike “Front Row” Francesa, expert in so many other things, now boast to being an expert stock investor (not that he needs the money, of course)? He’s the guy who touted Lenny Dykstra as an investment genius! Another lost tape.

Then again, where would we be if Francesa hadn’t told Ben Franklin to go fly a kite?

And instead of wasting his front-row seat by sleeping during Yankees-Mets, why not doze in his normal place — on the air?

So what does Roger Goodell think is a fair price to force the NFL’s best customers — PSL “owners” (renters) of Jets and Giants tickets — to pay for preseason games: $500 per ticket? $700? Or is it that when the team owners who own you pay you about $40 million a year that’s amore!

Jayson Heyward celebrates after scoring the winning run in the 12th inning of the Cubs’ win over the Mariners on Sunday.Getty Images

Say, how did Rob Manfred enjoy the end of Sunday’s switched-to-night-for-ESPN-money Mariners-Cubs game? The 12-inning, 14-pitcher game ran four hours and 20 minutes, ending at 12:30 a.m. OCT (Office of Commissioner Time).

Hasn’t every baseball game for the past, oh, 150 years, ended with a “walk-off” something or other, including strike three?

Speaking of walk-offs, following the Twins’ 12-inning win against the White Sox, an ESPN graphic — always good for a laugh — noted they lead the AL with “seven walk-off wins.” Very special team, those 43-64 Twins.

Reader Kevin Murray: “I like what the Yankees have done. They had to do it.” They lowered ticket prices?

So with the Yankees now a shuffleboard team, will they continue to charge a week’s pay to attend games? But as president Randy Levine said, what do we peons know about running a team?

Wednesday afternoon was a hot one at Wrigley Field, sunny and 90 degrees. So why, other than being slaves to fashion, did the Marlins, throughout a three-hour and 20-minute, 5-4 loss to the Cubs, wear black caps and jerseys? Graduation?

So, if today’s MLB managers don’t understand the here-and-now impracticality of removing an effective relief pitcher after one inning for two or three more one-inning pitchers, do they ever consider the odds against having three or four effective relievers in succession — in the same game, game after game? They have a better shot of cashing those sucker-bet football parlay tickets.

Olympic Games aren’t fooling anybody anymore

Russian gymnast Daria Spiridonova prepares for the uneven bars during an Olympic training session in Rio de Janeiro.Getty Images

It’s more than the Zika virus, the threat of terrorism and the crime and filth of Rio de Janeiro. Beyond, below and above all that, I sense that fewer Americans care, this time around, to spend the next two weeks bolted to TVs watching NBC’s live or plausibly live/intentionally deceptive Olympics.

They just might be played out, a victim of their Olympic movements.

Maybe it’s because the Olympics, Winter, then Summer, now arrive every two years instead of four.

And most folks now finally know the score: The Olympic “movement” has long and inextricably been tethered to political, financial, professional, nationalistic, drug and physiological corruption. So why bother?

Forget the IOC, just hold stand-alone international championships in every sport. But that would end the IOC’s primary cash faucet: U.S. TV money.

Then there’s NBC’s predictable, mawkish, flag-waving non-coverage coverage that spends as much time promoting “later tonight” and “tomorrow morning on the ‘Today Show’ ” as it does showing events.

Will there again be no expert NBC analyst to explain why so many female gymnasts, into their teens and beyond, have the height and bodies of 10-year-olds, bauxite complexions and the voices of pixies? We’re not blind or deaf; explain it! It wouldn’t be hormone and calcium deprivation, would it?

Even the most Pollyanna viewers must know that the Olympics are no longer what they wished they were; they’re a knock-off. Shucks, much of the love-to-hate Russian team is out due to government-sanctioned drug cheating. A shortage of villains is anathema to hype-reliant U.S. Olympics TV.

And the fastest races run may be after the events — the dash to get the heck out of Rio.

Baker-Finch knows the pain from which he speaks

Phil Mickelson reacts after sending his tee shot out of bounds on the first hole in the second round of the PGA Championship.EPA

It’s not too late to note a fabulous catch by reader Steve Blount.

After Phil Mickelson began his second round of the PGA Championship by hitting his tee shot out of bounds, CBS’s Gary McCord wisecracked, “I wonder if Phil will be reintroduced before his second drive.”

There was a pause before Ian Baker-Finch knowingly said, “He won’t.” And he knows.

By 1995, Baker-Finch, who had won the 1991 British Open, was in the final throes of a cruel, insidious career-killer: His game was completely gone.

So, after he was announced to the crowd on the first tee of the first round of the 1995 British Open at St. Andrews, he swung into a wind that knocked off his visor. The ball went out of bounds on the road along the 18th hole — seemingly impossible given that the first and 18th combine to make a vast meadow.